Tenebrosity

Fear is a demon of multiple voices I don't know which is which the terror bouncing around the corners of my mind. Sadness comes like a thief in the night to steal my will to live and leaves me with a waterfall of tears I cannot cry. Anger is the spirit of pointless defeat my rage the chaos of my own mind and I'm the only one left to witness it. Hate is my murderer patiently waiting to manifest. The devil in me. Death is sweet release or painful sleep, dreaming of playful sheep.